My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Pfft!!!" Nangong Malan's Nascent Soul was severely injured, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He vomited blood on the spot, and the celestial weapon Qinghong in his hand fell to the ground.

The whole person fell to the ground with a bang, his complexion extremely pale.

"This seat... how could this seat lose?" Nangong Malan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Looking behind He Yiming, the thousand-meter giant Susanoo surrounded by 888 Dacheng artistic conceptions.

Nangong Malan felt that her three views of the world of cultivation for more than 8,000 years had collapsed.

one person……

Why can you have the power of 888 Dacheng artistic conceptions?

"You lost!" He Yiming walked slowly in front of Nangong Malan, and said lightly.

"I understand. He must be an Ultimate cultivator. He must have performed some kind of secret technique, or paid a huge price to obtain such a powerful power of artistic conception in a short period of time!"

"So, his physical body must be extremely weak!"

"Just a melee blow and he's sure to die!""

The corner of Nangong Malan's mouth curled up, and he leaped into the air, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed He Yiming with a blow.

"?" He Yiming was speechless.

08

Your Nascent Soul is broken, still struggling?

"Hahaha, if I catch you, you will definitely die!!!" Nangong Malan laughed triumphantly, using all his strength, his right hand came down and slapped He Yiming's shoulder hard!

In Nangong Malan's view, the 'weak' He Yiming should have been crushed by his own paw!

However……

"Crack!"

A crisp and pleasant cracking sound sounded, and Nangong Malan's right hand was directly shattered!

It's as if Nangong Malan used all his strength to blast an unshakable starry sky continent!

Is this riding horse a human body?

Can the human body of the Human Cultivator be so strong?

"Ah!!!" Nangong Malan clutched his broken right hand and fell to the ground in pain.

"Now can you tell me what the Emperor's Son War is?" He Yiming said lightly.

Although the Nascent Soul environment of Nangong Malan in front of me is a bit watery...

But He Yiming didn't try his best!

So He Yiming estimated that if he encounters the stable Nascent Soul realm of Realm, he is sure to split 50/50!

If you use supernatural powers, sky fire, purgatory true demon body...

Whether the ordinary Nascent Soul is stronger or whether he is stronger is another matter!

"Huh...huh...you, who are you?" Nangong Malan asked with a look of horror.

"Pfft!" However, He Yiming raised his hand and slapped Nangong Malan as if his bones were about to break.

"I'll ask again, what is the Battle of the Emperor's Son? If your answer is not what I want to know, then you don't need to answer it!" He Yiming said lightly, with no attempt to hide his killing intent.

Upper Bound Power?

Nascent Soul boss?

kill!

He Yiming has always been a steady and cautious person!

But, only when the love around you is in danger, will you be impulsive!

And He Yiming doesn't intend to restrain this impulse!

I can bear it!

But when my anger is burning, no one should try to stop me!

"Emperor... The battle of the emperor's sons is a fight between all the preparatory emperor's sons who have the Great Emperor's imprint, after accepting the power of the Great Emperor! 39

"The last person who survived will absorb the power of the Great Emperor blessed by other emperors and become the only survivor. Naturally, he will be the real emperor!"5

Nangong Malan replied hastily.

Because Nangong Malan found out, whether it's her Nangong family identity, her Nascent Soul realm strength, or her female identity...

It is meaningless to the youth in front of me!

This guy is serious!

"If this is the case... Nangongli doesn't have to go back with you! If you kill you here, the Nangong family will only think that you have encountered an accident by accident!" He Yiming suddenly felt murderous, raised his hand, and To shoot!

"Don't kill me!!!" Nangong Malan panicked, really scared.

Because Nangong Malan already understood that the young man in front of him is serious!

He really wants to kill himself for Nangongli!

"Don't!" But at this moment, Nan Gongli suddenly appeared and hugged He Yiming's hand.

"Huh?"" He Yiming was startled.

Nangong Malan's Nascent Soul was severely injured, and after the Cultivation Base collapsed, the power that sealed Nangong Li disappeared naturally.

"Yiming, I must go back!" Nangongli said softly.

"The battle of the emperor and son, you have no chance at all!" He Yiming said word by word.

What kind of personality is Nan Gongli, He Yiming still can't figure it out?

Don't even think about the cruel and terrifying battle between emperor and son!

Everyone who is chosen to be the emperor's son must be a heaven-defying existence!

How difficult is it to fight each other with these beings and survive until only you are left?

If Nangong Li was born cold-blooded, ruthless and bloodthirsty, maybe there is still a chance!

But……

Nan Gongli is so kind!

It is impossible for her to win this battle between the emperor and son!

"As long as I kill her, I can keep you! Even if the Great Emperor comes one day, at that time, I already have the power to rival the Great Emperor!" He Yiming said confidently.

With gods and demons in one body, and more than 10,000 players, He Yiming firmly believes that one day he will have the power to rival the Great Emperor!

"I know... I believe that you in the future can do it! But..." Nan Gongli couldn't help crying after she finished speaking.

"I won't die, but I didn't go back! The Great Emperor will definitely send his subordinates to slaughter the entire Nangong family! The entire Nangong family...my grandpa, grandma, and my mother, they will all die... because of me! Nangong Li said slowly.

"Yes, niece Li'er is right... If she doesn't go back, our Nangong family will die!" Nangong Malan hurriedly explained.

"Shut up!" He Yiming said coldly.

"!" Nangong Malan didn't dare to speak anymore.

The dignified Nascent Soul Power, facing He Yiming, dared not even say a word.

Because Nangong Malan was really scared.

After 8,000 years of painstaking cultivation and stepping into the Nascent Soul realm, how could 630 be willing to die in this small lower realm?

"Before, why didn't you tell me about the battle of the emperor's children?" He Yiming looked at Nangongli and asked.

"..." Nangongli was silent, only tears answered everything.

"When will the battle between emperor and son start?" He Yiming turned to look at Nangong Malan and asked.

"Three years later!" Nangong Malan replied hastily.

But Nangong Malan couldn't help but underestimated.

In case of unexpected events, this time is likely to be advanced.

"Three years?" He Yiming secretly remembered this time.

"Within three years, I will definitely come to you!

"No matter what happens, I will definitely protect you!"

"This is my promise to you, He Yiming!"

He Yiming hugged Nan Gongli in his arms, and said word by word.

I added something in my heart!

Perhaps, there will be an army of 10,000, or hundreds of thousands, or even millions of players...

"..." Nangong Malan didn't say a word, and didn't dare to say anything more, but she already understood the relationship between He Yiming and Nangongli.

"This man is really looking for death, he dared to touch the emperor's son arranged by the Great Emperor!"

Nangong Malan sneered inwardly.

But right now.

"After you return to the upper realm, you should lack a servant! Let this guy take over!" He Yiming said lightly, and then his eyes fixed on Nangong Malan.

"You, what are you doing? Don't come here!!!" Nangong Malan suddenly shouted in horror!